#stumbling on it and being 🧍🏻‍♀️

[ilostyou]

taylor x gracie parallels - part 3/?

[beenbaanbuun]

sober w/ jeong yunho

words - 🧍🏻‍♀️

genre - smut, fluff

warnings - mentions of drinking (no one is drunk), a single spank, light finger play, a single pussy slap, i think that’s it

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“how many tequila shots do you think i can do tonight?” you ask yunho as you busy yourself around the room. being messy is all well and good until you have to pace the bedroom collecting things from every single nook and cranny. your boyfriend looks up from his phone, casting you a quick, disapproving glance before going back to whatever is on his phone screen.

“i don’t know, pumpkin,” he purrs nonchalantly, “a safe amount?”

you can’t help but roll your eyes at the way he scolds you in such a blasé manner, but you suppose he isn’t wrong. you don’t exactly have the best reputation for drinking. in fact the night you met him you were drunk out of your mind, far too gone to tell him your address and definitely not anywhere close to sober enough to be on your own. it was rather weird waking up on the sofa with a strange man standing over you with a plate of breakfast and a coffee for you.

still, it can’t have been that weird if by the time that night came around, you were screaming his name with his head between your thighs.

love is weird.

“yes, yunho,” you turn your head to face him, hands still rummaging through your pile of shoes to find the exact pair of kitten heals you’d mentally paired with this outfit, “you won’t even know i’ve been drinking by the time i get home!”

he hums, clearly not believing your words. you wouldn’t either to be honest, but it still irritates you to know that your boyfriend isn’t taking your promise, however much of a jest it might be, seriously. forget the shoes, you tell yourself as you stand up, you have more pressing issues right now.

bare feet carry you across the plush carpet of your bedroom, guiding you to the man you can’t help but be stupidly in love with. you notice the way he hasn’t pushed your teddies to the side like your last boyfriend did when lying in bed with you, but instead chose to reorganise them carefully around his large frame. the cup next to him isn’t one of the ‘appropriate’ ones you’d brought for guests, but instead your second favourite teddy bear mug, your first favourite sitting next to it with a drink for you sitting inside of it. as you get close enough, you grab it and take a sip; cinnamon iced latte, your favourite.

a smile rises to your face as you place it back upon the cabinet next to the bed. the sound alerts yunho of your nearby presence, and without even sparing you a glance, he reaches out and dips a hand beneath your short skirt to rest upon your thigh. you stumble as he tugs you closer to the bed, catching yourself with your hands on his torso, fingers spreading themselves across his chest.

“yunho!” you squeal as the hand moves north, finding a home upon your ass cheek. his fingers sink into the flesh to get a better grip and as he tugs at you again, his plan is proven to work. you topple forwards entirely, body collapsing against his. you should push yourself up and retreat back to the standing position you were in seconds before, but yunho is insistent. he pushes and pulls at you until you’re straddling his waist, skirt flared out atop your thighs and his stomach. the hand atop your ass never leaves; the other one joins it there after tossing his phone to the other side of the bed.

now his full attention is focussed solely on you. his piercing brown eyes combined with a knowing frown is enough to have you avoiding eye contact. “nope,” he murmurs, one hand giving you a firm swat to your left cheek. within seconds, your eyes are back on him.

“yunho,” you whisper, not allowing yourself to speak in a tone loud enough for your voice to show any signs of weakness. despite your body’s desire to give into his every command, your mind is stronger than than, “i need to get ready.”

he hums and nods, fully understanding that you can’t sit in his grasp for eternity; you have things to do.

“you can get ready in a minute, can’t you?” his hands move further north. you gasp as they slip beneath the fabric of your simple cotton panties, spreading his fingers out until you feel his pinky graze against your puckered hole. it’s a brief touch, but long enough to make you feel as though it was entirely intentional. the smug look on his face as he retracts his fingers tells you exactly the same thing. “i have things i need to discuss with you first.”

one hand slips away from your cheeks, pulling itself around to your front until his rough pads are able to find their way to your pussy. they dance around it, flitting from side to side, spreading your slick with every single tactical movement. never once does he touch your clit, but that’s not to say that he doesn’t have you squirming

“you’re going to behave tonight, aren’t you?” he dips the tip of his finger into your hole ever so slightly. the sudden intrusion is enough to have your hips rocking and begging for more, but it’s gone before you know it, back to playing in your wetness that drips from you like water. “not going to get too drunk and ring me at three am begging for a rescue, hm?” you’re silent for a second or two, but a sharp tap of three fingers against your aching bud is enough to bring you back round to reality. you shake your head.

“i’ll be good, yunho,” you nod, “i’ll come home practically sober at a normal time, okay? i’ll catch a cab and send you my location so you can be sure i’m safe. i promise i won’t be messy.”

he gives you a pretty smile, happy at your urgency to comply. still, he shakes his head.

“i’d rather pick you up than a stranger, honey,” his finger travels all too close to your hole once more. just as you think he’s about to slip it inside of you, he pulls it away. “i’m just saying, i don’t want you out of your mind when you call me, okay?”

you nod.

“good girl,” he slips his hands free from your underwear, a dull whimper exiting your throat rather unceremoniously, “it’s nice to see you behaving so well for me,” both hands upon your hips once more, he guides you to stand. “after all, honey! the only way i’m going to lay a finger on that pretty pussy when you return is if you’re sober.”

[faeryarchives]

you feel like home

summary: while they are students in a magical prestigious school, there is no doubt they are also experiencing something that magic can't solve tags: gender neutral reader, fluff just pure fluff recent works: i'm not jealous !! (savanaclaw x gn!reader) & octavinelle with a fischl like female reader! & to my beloved (octavinelle x gn!s/o)

・❥・let me take care of you: this man will not stop until he finish his work even if it means not eating the whole day or even sleeping! although he knows it's not good for his health but he doesn't want to get dump with works later on 😵‍💫 so you need to drag his ass back to bed 🤬 no no no you won't listen to any excuse + no you are not upset bexause of your lack of time together, you are upset because he isn't taking himself properly 🤒 he moment he relaxes on the bed, this one will be out as lightning, holding your hand in his as he sleeps away 😴 just promise him you’ll still be here when he wakes up

— RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS, trey clover, azul ashengrotto, jamil viper, rook hunt, sebek zigvolt

・❥・you are all i need: he is not the type who easily stressed on things or even give in to stress but once it did, he is a mess 🤯 normally things would go on his way, but with one thing bothering him after another - he looks more tired and done than normal and all he wanted was to rest and lay on your lap to recharge 😭 the moment they got their arms around you, they won't let go of you easily and would tell stories on how it is exhausting to not see you for a long time (even though its actually only been three days) + as they are talking your ear off they would fall in and out of sleep while laying on your lap 😴 don't try to push them away because they would cling to you harder 😤 all they need after a long day is to be with you

— ace trappola, cater diamond, LEONA KINGSCHOLAR, ruggie bucchi, floyd leech, MALLEUS DRACONIA, lilia vanrouge

・❥・give me just one minute: don't listen to this liar because his one minute turned into nearly 4 hours 😭 u know that he is used to managing his working hours but sometimes he pushes himself past his limits + tries to reassure you that everything is fine but would catch them almost slipping or being so exhausted they start to fall asleep in weird places/positions that is why you need to take matters in your own hands 👩🏻‍⚖️ but it was easier than expected because the moment you confronted them - there were no more fight in them and sleepily stumble in your arms 🫂🤍 just shower them with cuddles for now and scold them later 🧍🏻‍♀️

— deuce spade, jack howl, JADE LEECH, kalim al asim, vil schoenheit, epel felmier, idia shroud, SILVER

[zhongrin]

Rin I absolutely love you!!<3 you're amazing and so strong, so admirable too ❤️ Zhongli and Alhaitham need to look out for their wife or else I might steal her from them //hi 🤭💞

Speaking of!

Do ya have any thoughts on royal!au with your selfships? <33

vi please you'll make me cry you adorable being *pats and pinches your cheeks* <3 haitham said "your lover would most likely distract you first before you could even lift a finger" 👀

oughhhh royal!au... i have had a few brainrots. i mean. emperor!zhongli... hhhshhshdfhlsdkljfsd *frothes* *cries* *melts*

no but like would it be funny if he always goes around incognito to blend with the common people and he stumbles onto my teashop. and he becomes a regular. and we go on dates and everything until one day xiao just comes by to pick him up and calls him 'your majesty' and i'm just here like 🧍🏻‍♀️ huh. what. what do you mean-????????

as for haitham.... hmmm. i can see him as a prince who's studious and a bit of a recluse despite being capable because he doesn't want to stand out lmao maybe we'd meet through an arranged marriage thingy where he welcomes the arrangement because, at first glance, there are a lot of pros for him? and slowly we'd get to know each other and fall in love and start to date for real and one day we'd have an epiphany like "oh right we're already married, aren't we. welp." lol

how would a royal!au unfold for baivi? <3

[seospicybin]

well, base on the teaser for today’s chapter I understand Hyunjin's character and he avoiding Felix. Let’s say that for Hyunjin, Felix is the stone that’s stumbling his way and stopping him from being happy with the person he does love.

I’m assuming that in this story Hyunjin is strictly straight basing his character in his previous “almost” relationship, he has liked girls and he currently loves MC soooo that’s where I’m coming from with this theory. I get that Felix likes/love Hyunjin but until now Hyunjin has reciprocated because he didn’t know/ he just doesn’t like guys 🧍🏻‍♀️so for Hyunjin in this situation Felix is the villain in his love's story, and it is so sad because for what we know their friendship has been so special 🥺🥺🥺. It is evil and awful for me to assume this? Maybe, but I get that for Hyunjin this is the second time he’s part of a love triangle, before the center of the triangle was the other girl but now is HIM. I know he’s feeling awful and that maybe love is just not for him (my poor baby). I feel bad for this story cuz somehow they ended up in a catch 22 type of situation. If MC and Hyunjin decide to be together will that make Felix hate the MC for being with the person he likes? If MC and Hyunjin does not get together, will Hyunjin resent Felix for that? And the other case that somehow from just magic turns out Hyunjin reciprocates Felix's feelings, I know for sure that MC obviously won’t come into the picture but will she removes her from the equation? But the most logical and loving outcome of all this is all of them talking and then understanding that if Felix does love them he would like them to be happy together, cuz I see this Felix character as someone who’s really loving and understanding, and maybe one day his feelings for Hyunjin will go away. That’s all the theories I have for this, it’s a real fucked up situation for all of them, I’m just hoping for the best 🥺🥺🥺

Wow. These theories are wild.

I love that you put yourself on each pov and get the implications of it. It really is complicated. I've been in this situation before and what I did is choosing to step out of it, I think bcs that time the guy wasn't that attractive lol sorry, I was young and dumb at that time 🙈

It's a whole different thing if it's Hyunlix. How can you make me choose between them? NO, I REFUSE.

Anyway, you can prove if one of your theories is right, enjoy Encore 💗

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

Hi admin, I want to address something and I will be respectful, I just want you to know ahead of time that it pertains to the tarot blog. You can absolutely post this as long as you don't mind me referencing some tarot readings.

So, I am the anon that replied to another anon asking opinions on the tarot blog and admin, you had replied saying that someone wasn't too happy with the discussion. Well, today I accidentally stumbled across that someone because she posted on her personal page what you probably didn't want to post here.

I would like to address this. This person took my ask and broke down the bits that obviously didn't sit well with her and replied to them. She was not at all disrespectful. I would like to say that my using the term "argue" was not out of disrespect, it was just poor choice wording at the moment. But, I am ultimately skeptical of tarot, even though I have cards and have dabbled with readings in the past.

I would also like to clarify that I was not addressing your readings specifically. I was addressing the readings as a whole. And I am saying this with no disrespect to the other readers. But, yes, the love language reading is basically seen in every pap walk Evan did with Emma. He's always kissing and hugging her and there's even a compilation of him holding her purses on tiktok. All this was said in the reading. If you have truly never seen these pictures before, then I will admit you were dead on.

The most important thing I want to address is this:

In your reading you did say that they may hook up when he's in New York. Well, he seems to be living there now. And as far as friends with benefits, well he's hanging out with her friends and shes hanging out with his. I'd say that's more like an actual relationship. This was one of the points you touched on in your message to me.

We don't know Evan. We don't know Natalie. The likelihood of ever meeting Evan is slim to none. Evan may as well be a fictional character because we are watching him from afar as if it's a book or movie. Yes, we get invested in those characters, but at the end of the day they have nothing to do with you personally. Even though this blog is very respectfully run by the admin, and the tarot admin as well, we are still delving into personal information about a person that we will never personally know. I question my choices of being entertained by this sometimes because it can seem invasive.

But, by saying you have more information that you "can't share" about Natalie's intentions sound nefarious. If you are getting good readings, then just say it. But, when you say you did another reading that painted her differently but not wanting to post it, I get you are trying to be respectful of her, but all it's doing is sparking the Rosa and Jackie's of the fandom. Including the OG's themselves. I get this information may be something you are bursting at the seams to discuss. But, some things are better left unsaid. It also seems like by even putting it out there, you are fueling the dumpster fire that this fandom can be at times. Like I said, we don't know anything about her, but we also see nothing to be concerned with..of course we hope that she has no ill intentions towards Evan and that she treats him well.

I just fear this fandom is teetering on the edge of craziness. I actually did a past/present/future on them and saw heavy passion/feelings and intentions changing/and insecurities and challenges having to be addressed but ultimately ending in a lovers card. So here's to hoping Evan finds happiness.

i’m not sure i’m understanding this right.. the admin of the tarot blog that deleted is dissecting your asks about her on her personal blog? 🧍🏻‍♀️oh boy. she was just reading my blog last night.

[nyarados]

what a coincidence you mentioned legends arceus, bc i picked that up last week 😅 i really like that i can craft items in it! running for my life from pokemon is new and terrifying. filling out the pokedex is gonna be a major pain since i have to catch mons multiple times per entry, but it's nice that i dont have to battle every single one.

as for scarlet & violet, i picked sprigatito for my starter, bc its obviously the best & correct choice. my bf went with fuecoco.

the future & past mons are a cool concept. i mourn their absolutely ridiculous names though lmao. ceruledge is by far my favorite from this gen (go funky ghost knight, go), but i find the shiny version lackluster 😔

shiny hunting is a lot easier too - i actually stumbled across my first two in one day by chance :)

i was disappointed in the fact you can't really change your outfit much beyond the 4 seasonal school uniforms. i do like that none of the accessories or hairstyles are gender locked & that the uniforms are gender neutral, though.

in spite of its various bugs & glitches, i really like sv. the story is very charming and i totally didnt tear up a bit at the end haha. i havent completed a pokemon game since xy - i haven't really felt the need to. after a certain point, collecting gym badges started to feel tedious rather than fun and exciting, but these newer games have just enough oomf to keep me engaged. i may end up picking up swsh or lets go after i finish arceus 😊 or "borrow" them from my boyf for a time lol

- 🌸

LOL yess I've seen the videos of the alpha pokemon giving chase which is like. honestly hilarious to watch. and ooh I didn't know that's how the pokedex is filled. now that I'm on pokego that "catching without battling" thing feels a lot like pokego too! hmm getting that itch to maybe want legends arceus again.... between this and scarlet violet which one would you prefer? 🤔

help bc I always go for the water starter (unsurprisingly?) but I am naawwwtttt that big a fan of the quaxly line 😭😭😭 like the only part of that line that I like is quaxly and even then I still find the other two more adorable 😔 I'm ashamed

ohoho easier shiny hunting you say? 👀 <- spoken as someone who has never partaken in shiny hunting

a bummer abt the lack of outfits but a win for them not being gender locked! 🏆 they need to bring back the stylization available in xy with the accessibility to everything of scarlet violet

I don't know the story and now talking abt it with you makes me kinda want to get the game so nooo spoilers!!!! and omg I think the last pokemon game I completed was also xy.... the last game I PLAYED was alpha sapphire but I paused right before entering victory road 🧍🏻‍♀️

[whorefordazai]

taking care of a drunk s/o

pairings; dazai | chuuya | oda | atsushi x gn!reader

genre; fluff | wc; 1.9k

warnings; mentions of alcohol

notes; @hanazou requested — In remembrance to the chaotic episode of our friendship when you, @its-chuuya-bitch , and I were simultaneously not sober, I present myself bearing a humble request where Dazai, Chuuya, and Oda (bonus Atsushi if you desire such) takes care of a drunken s/o. go wild — these were strangely comforting to write since i have no company when i’m not sober🧍🏻‍♀️

dazai

he definitely drinks a lot. he’s just good at hiding it so people won’t worry. he usually doesn’t take care ?? of people ?? but for some reason, he’s getting a bit over protective of you and it’s baffling him but he’s ignoring it for now 💫

“daaZaiEeii, wHere aRe yoUu…” is all he manages to hear before he feels something soft slump against his back, making him blink in surprise. he soon realizes it’s you (which then he has to stifle a chuckle because your cheek is smushed up against his shoulder, empty cup hanging still off your hand).

“oh dear,” dazai mumbles, raising his brows. he bites his lips to stop a smile. he tries adjusting your arms to hang over his, slipping his hand around your waist. “how much did you drink?”

“not enough. need more.” your words are slurred, an obvious giggle escaping your throat as you try to shuffle out of his touch. but he’s quick to push you back into his arms. he shakes his head. “i don’t think so,” and quite literally says no 💗 to your face

first thing he does is gets you to lie down because that’s what a good boyfriend would do in any given situation, right? no. very much no. he just turns his back for a split second to get you a glass of water but you’ve got other plans. within minutes he’s faced with an empty bed where you’re not there. nervous panics >:0

“hey~where are you~please come out~i don’t bite~at least not this time~”

and then he hears it—from under the table, he can sense sounds of shuffling feet and muffled giggles. inching closer, he waits a moment before peaking down. met face to face with your eyes, he smiles. “caught you!”

you gasp. “caught me…!” you let out an excited squeal, scrambling to get away. but under the small table there’s isn’t much room to move around, so dazai ends up being pulled under with you. suddenly you’re pulled up against him, face buried in his neck. his lips part in shock. half his legs are dangling out from under the table (one might even mistake him for a dead body 🤔) but it’s okay because you’re falling asleep on his chest

“we can sleep under the table.” you mumble in a doze.

“but—”

“no buts. no objections. i like it here.”

a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. he pushes away bits of hair from your cheeks. “you’re going to complain about your ass hurting when you wake up.”

falling asleep together all wonky under the table, romantic i know. however, dazai is prepared to deal with you once you’ve woken up. he’s already got pain killers and a glass of water when you groan in pain. “what happened last night?” you mumble. his hands lightly massage your shoulders. “you were wasted, angel. it was pretty fun to watch~”

you flop back down in bed. bits and pieces from the night before are all coming back. you look at dazai. “my ass hurts.”

he stares back, a frown on his face. “my ass hurts too.”

chuuya

man if you’re getting drunk so is he 🤨 there are now two intoxicated fools instead of one. and you know what happens when two lovers drink together at once? a mess. that’s what happens.

let’s just pretend he isn’t as drunk as you are. (come to think of it, aku is probably the one who drags him home when he drinks to the point he can’t stand ಥ‿ಥ) so he probably isn’t sure how to take care of someone else when they’re the one who’s intoxicated.

“why are you falling on top of me?”

“you’re falling on top of me too!”

basically the both of you trying to balance on one another while stumbling home in a drunken mess. once you manage to get home, chuuya immediately flops onto bed with all his clothes still on. and so the only logical thing you can do is flop down right next to him.

“chuuya, did you know i love you a lot?”

he’s too out of it to give his usual response in denial. “what the hell? of course i know.”

“well did you know i like your clothing style a lot. and your hat. and your choker. and—”

“w-what’s with the sudden compliments?!” he jerks up, cocking a brow and cheeks dusted pink. you shrug, shuffling closer to his body. “idk i think it’s because i accidentally stained your white shirts with red wine hehe.”

he’s finally got a taste of his own medicine and he does not like it one bit ಠ_ಠ you’re both menaces when intoxicated.

“chuuya, give me a piggy back ride.”

“…but we’re literally in bed.”

“doesn’t matter??” you scoff, rolling him over on his stomach and climbing on top of his back. he is confused, appalled, turned on, and a bit angry. “I CANNOT BREATHE.” he groans out, waving his arms around with no luck. you, on the other hand, have made yourself comfortable on top of his back and have fallen asleep. good for you! good for you.

the both of you just end up falling asleep like that because chuuya’s too tired to move you off or do anything about it 🙏 he wakes up with major back pain tho

oda

i think he had to deal with a lot of “tipsy dazai” in the past, so he’s a bit experienced when it comes to taking care of someone when they’re drunk.

first thing he will do is inspect your ability to walk. can you walk? no? yes? doesn’t matter, he’ll carry you anyways. “up you go,” oda softly murmurs, hoisting you on his back, hooking his arms around your thighs as you bury your face in his shoulder. “mhm you smell good”

“but i smell like curry.”

“and i think that smells good. only on you though.”

he blinks at your odd compliment. he thinks you’re strange but nonetheless no one has ever said curry smells good on him so 💀

once he takes you home, he sees you flop down in bed and hide under one of his shirts much like a cat. he’s silently observing you from a distance, watching you aggressively shove your head in the material and roll around in it like it’s a blanket •3•

“here, uh…maybe this will be better?” he clears his throat, wrapping an actual blanket around your body like a burrito. you gasp. “BUT I WANT YOUR SHIRT,” which makes him blink in surprise. okay you’re getting the shirt back🧍🏻‍♀️

he’s a bit stunned at your current state because you’re constantly switching back and forth from “AHAHAHADJFG” to “life has no meaning. no purpose. the void is empty” while rolling around in your makeshift blanket burrito. he carefully sits by your side and lets your head fall to his chest. wrapping an arm around your shoulders, a content sigh leaves his lips. that is, until he feels you aggressively sniffing his shirt.

you squint at him. “you don’t smelly like curry anymore.” he blinks a few times. “because i changed my shirt…” you sniff him again, this time his neck and chest too. “i’m hungry. are you hungry? we should make some food, like, immediately. let’s go.” 🏃🏻‍♀️💨

why do you put him in these situations why are you like this🧍🏻‍♀️

he’s definitely not letting you touch the stove while you’re WASTED™️ so you just settle for marshmallows ?? he’s just going along with your drunk antics at this point so when you shoot out your grabby hands at him, he complies by lifting you up on the counter and shuffling between your knees.

“open your mouth.”

“why—” he is frightened you are frightening him

“just do it.” and so he does. you immediately shove two marshmallows in his mouth. he raises his brows, glancing at your concentrated face. about seven marshmallows later, he taps your cheek. “whai amh i beinh stuff wih marshmellohs”

you just cheekily grin and kiss his forehead. “no reason. i’m just taking a picture for research purposes.”

once you finally pass out on his shoulder, he carries you back to bed and tucks you in goodnight 😴 he’s exhausted, like his back fucking hurts tbh, but a small smile grows on his face when he looks around the messy room full of shirts, marshmallows, and random belongings you played with. you’ve made irreplaceable memories. but he’s the one who needs a drink now

atsushi

he can’t even take care of himself why would you do this to him 😔 but he is going to try his absolute best to take care of you no matter what. he feels like your life has been handed to him, your safety and well being determined by his skills, whether you live or not is up to him, it is a life or death situation and—

“muah~♡” suddenly broken from his trance, atsushi snaps his head towards you. his hand shoots up to his cheek, where you placed a sweet kiss. “what was that for?!” he reddens. you shake your head, as if it’s obvious. “you have kissable cheeks. and lips. and—”

“STOP—” he clamps your mouth shut before you can say anymore obscene things. he holds you upright with an arm around your waist while your head flops and sways in the crook of his neck. to say he’s nervous is an understatement but his determination is what keeps the both of you going all the way home. (with a lot of distractions though).

“maybe we should get you to bed—”

“no let me play with the building blocks.”

“those are pieces of sushi we were supposed to have for dinner T-T…”

hey—you’ve contaminated dinner but at least now you’ve accomplished making a sushi tower. atsushi doesn’t want to endorse this behavior but he’s kind of in awe so he quickly snaps a few pictures and scurries away pretending he didn’t do shit 🤫

“sit down.” you command, pointing to the space in front of you. atsushi squints at you, suspicion in him growing the more he looks at your smiling face. “why…” but he’s learned that you probably won’t answer his question so he just obeys

next thing he knows, he has multiply braids and pigtails in his hair🧍🏻‍♀️

“WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BANGS 😱”

“i made you look so pretty didn’t i (▰˘◡˘▰)”

he looks in the mirror, horrified. and he’s horrified because it doesn’t look half bad which is concerning him because why are you even more talented when you’re drunk help

“such a pretty boy. so cute you’re so beautiful.” you smile, squishing both his cheeks and booping his nose. “stawph…” he is hating it but loving every second of it he’ll never forget any of this it’s permanently burned in his mind 🏃🏻‍♀️

once he’s finally gotten the both of you in bed and the lights off, he lets out a breath of relief. he’s so glad he got you home safe, gave you meds, kept you hydrated and comfy, and made it out alive himself. just when he’s about to doze off to sleep, a voice (that’s creepily close to his ear) wakes him up. he shoots his eyes open to the familiar tone.

“i live in your walls, atsushi~ ♡” ◕ ◡ ◕

“i thought you were asleep, y/n T-T” he’s sobbing.

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[tendous-whore]

Wait wait, I really liked ‘Home is with you’ 🥺😫 but my angst self just pictured the aftermath of part 1…. But with Y/N birthing her and Toji’s baby…. Naoya being single again and one day running into baby Y/N/Toji and seeing what could’ve been …. 🧍🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️ only if you’re down

it should have been me

Pt. 3 to do you think of me too?

summary: (requested/continuation of do you think of me too?) just when he thinks you’re out of his life, everything he sees reminds him of you. so when you cross paths yet again, naoya is reminded of a life that could have been his.

warnings: angst?? probs fluff hehe lol

notes: I just finished this about what feels like a reallllly long time so it's unedited & probably kinda long or short idk hehe but I AM SO DOWN 😩 down bad 🥴 also hope yall like it!!

Toji Fushiguro, was a man with no fears, that is, until he met you. He remembers that fateful day, how he had stumbled upon the strange creature, buried beneath the tall tree, and hidden in the silence, away from the bustling world beyond the mountain. At first, he admired from afar, of the quietness that enveloped your dormant frame, of how the hushed forestry claimed you ever so graciously, to remain here, where you belonged. And you did, despite the kimono, splotched with mud and dirt, you had settled in well, that even the cherry blossoms and wisteria petals swayed in rival, envious of your beauty.

And so was he.

Naoya Zen’in, bowed before no one, not even you. The delicately groomed bride of his, molded to his exact liking hardly deserved kindness in this world of men. You were simply a woman, destined to serve below his feet. Even so, he recalls the feeling in his chest that fateful day, to be relieved. Fitted before him, so elegant and beautiful, he felt the greater promise you held. Finally, he had found someone worth his future; to finally hold fertility within his palm and seep his pride further into the motherland, by the means of you. The hunt for an heir would soon be a distant dream, and that made him feel untouchable. So it was truly a shame to have wasted true beauty, to never be perfected, again and again, to never get it right. And that feeling pitted below his stomach returned, only nastier, until the mere sight of his wife sickened him. A barren creature deserved nothing, like yourself. Only to be forgotten, driven away, and never to be seen again, or so he told himself.

but did he mean it?

Broad shoulders hunch forward, firm arms pulling you closer to his center, shielding your body from the rain and chill bite of the air. It was a habit, one he couldn’t seem to shake, not when he wanted to hold you close and away from the world. In the distance, a low hum and rumble buzzed the skies, grey and dim of light. But even in this downpour, when your cheeks slightly stung from the cold, you loved it.

The man you’ve come to know, hardly enjoyed the cold, the rain, and the snow. He didn’t get why you did, but when he presses himself to you, his hand pulled against your waist, when he hugs you so tight that you can’t breathe, you find it hard not to chase the unforgiving frost. Because it’s the warmth of him that makes it worth it. And he knows, how you make the chase, with him on your heels, ready to cook you up like warm soup on a winter day. It makes it all the more easier to indulge in these feelings, to be tender for you and only you. He can’t deny the soft spot he holds in his heart for the woman who tore down his walls and built him back up, because Toji Fushiguro was in love, and everyone could see it, even him.

“I'm not going.”

"It is beneath me."

"Not anymore, not now."

"Be grateful anyone would want you."

He remembers the morning, of the conversation with his father. It gave him a headache, one that rang in his ear and made him clench his jaw in annoyance. The painful throb between his neck and shoulders reminds him of the exchange, that it's difficult not to think about. Since his separation from his second wife had become public news, Naobito became overbearing, the pressure of him everywhere practically suffocating Naoya. He had tolerated it, until today, until he had begun to trifle with the affairs of his relations. So, he stormed out, needing a fresh breath of air, something to calm him before he had the patience to see Naobito again.

This was not the first time he had suggested arranged marriage, in fact, he had done it before. He remembers the face of the man, presenting his best to appease him, to tie their clans in marriage, and form a peaceful alliance. He agreed, solely because the woman before him was no other he had seen before. Soft on the eyes, and as passive as a lap dog, one he once held the leash to. And it was a good marriage while it lasted, but this was not what his father had in mind.

"It is beneath me." He repeated, like a mantra. Like he was trying to convince himself.

The thought of asking for another's hand in marriage like some desperate whore was out of the question. If anything, women should be flocking to him, begging to be his, to serve and wait for his word. And yet, despite the files that piled his desk, drowning with portfolios and promises from regional clans and distant villages, he refused to look at any of them. Because the truth was, none of the women had a chance, not when their competition was you.

Naoya's mind had become muddled, always dazed, and now irrational. He couldn't explain why his throat closed when he thought of you, or how his chest drummed loudly at the mention of your name. But it was when you had appeared at his door those months ago, remarried and expecting, that the pit in his stomach churned with mixed emotions. Even as you are gone, cast away from his life and rebuilding it with another, he finds it difficult to move on.

Not when he sees the sight before him

thinking, how it was supposed to be him.

"Let me." Toji says.

His hands are already taking the tiny bundled-up blanket from your hold, but you don't protest, in fact, you find yourself leaning into his reach, sliding the soft fabric onto his chest. Your husband smiles, his face dipping against the swaddle, his lips ghosting over the soft skin of the baby's cheek. You find yourself drawn to his side, peering into his arms, at the life you had brought to his world.

"He looks like you."

"Everything is you." He says.

His eyes never leave the tiny face that gazes back at him, small outstretched hands clinging onto his jacket, reaching for the rough material before your husband is tucking them back into the woven blanket. His son resembled Toji, there was no mistake, but he found that there was more of his wife in the kid. He had your eyes, the exact color he had fallen for, his face carrying your distinct features too. His hair was the only thing that he seemed to take from his father, but you always argued with him on the matter. You were always so stubborn too, pushy when you had a point, and in a way, he was too. Your son was hardly any trouble for him, but he was definitely a mama's boy, Toji felt it. Still, he enjoyed moments like these, living in the moment, as long as you were here too.

There was a moment in time where he wasn't sure if he would make it this far if you hadn't been there. After the night you had given birth, there had been complications, bad enough to have scared him so much, shaking him to his core, that as he had waited outside the room, head buried in his hands as he tried to see a life without you, he couldn't. Beyond this point, these white walls and cold hallways, Toji didn't was to live a normal life if you weren't in it too. That was his honest truth. There was only one thing in the world that he feared the most, and that was losing you.

"Look at us." You smile.

Your voice pulls him from his thoughts as you nod to the glass window, the reflection in it mirroring the two of you as you stared at the portrait painted in the pane. Like one of those family paintings, with Toji standing tall behind your figure, your hand rested against his arm while he holds your son. It's an image you want to engrave into your mind forever.

But he wants to burn it.

He hardly ever leaves home, and if ever, only for meetings. But he's never been to town, his aversion to the modern adaptions people flock to keeping him away from the bright lights and expensive shops. All he ever needed was his quiet residence, but up until now, not even he can find peace within his own house. Walking the crowded strip, the concrete below his feet clicks against his shoes as distant chatter fills the air. It's no different than the whispers of his servants, but at least the strangers that fill the streets don't avoid him, rather, they pay no mind, continuing on. And maybe he kinda liked that, to be invisible for only a moment, to pretend he was a mere passerby and not Naoya Zen'in.

And sometimes he wished he was someone else.

Someone stronger, a man who was a little bit kinder, someone who was just a bit better than he could ever be. Maybe if he was, he wouldn't have to wake in the morning, reaching for the empty spot next to him, hoping that if he wished hard enough, you would be there, that in those cold sheets, warmth would linger for a moment.

But as his feet cement to the ground beneath him, his eyes transfixed to the opposite street, he finds himself swallowing his breath, stuck in his throat. The rain is still pouring, and thunder booms from the sky above, but he doesn't care that his clothes stick to his skin, he can't. Because something familiar claws at his chest, something distinct about the way that face hits him as he gazes from afar. The way his hair sticks out, his eyes angled, nose turned in such a way, he can see himself. But the longer he stares, the more he sees you, the way that smooth face flaunts your soft expressions. And he thinks to himself, how perfect it would be, if he was Naoya's, not Tojis.

People slip past him, hurrying to hide beneath the building canopys but he hardly cares, not as he is watching the striking woman from across the street. Her mouth moves, talking as she nestles her face against the small blanket, swaddled in her arms, the man beside whispering into her ear as they stand beside a shop, beneath the tent and away from the cold.

Naoya pretends it's him next to her, to be the man to tell her how pretty she looked with their baby, as she smiles bashfully when he slips an arm around her. He pretends that when you look at the man, it's him instead, when you tiptoe, pressing your soft lips against him, Naoya is the one kissing back. And when you pull away, smoothing his cousin's damp hair away from his face, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw, down to his chest so carefully, he imagines how it must feel. Because he remembers the time you did something so similar when the two of you rushed for cover beneath the cherry blossoms during a storm. And it's that exact sight, of you giving all of what you once shared with him, to someone who wasn't him, that grounds him back to his reality.

The truth, where you stood across the street, with Toji and your son, and here, where Naoya stood, alone, thinking to himself. Wondering if you could ever see him, that you would see that even a woman like yourself could bring a man like him to his knees, begging as he watched you walk away yet again, wishing;

that it wasn't Toji.

but him instead.

[soleilnomoon]

Your request with Ace being a father pls its so cute and heartbreaking🥺 and how you mentioned Sabo at the end gave me an idea 🧍🏻‍♀️ how about, as Luffy thoughts, Sabo helps reader and Ace’s child and goes as much as he can to Wano ? He really loves his nephew and at the end reader sees Sabo as more than the uncle of her child (obviously it’s reciprocated). The child really loves his uncle too, Sabo tells him stories about his father. He knows Sabo isn’t his father but along the way, he starts seeing Sabo as such. And maybe it’s difficult for Sabo to be here because he’s a revolutionary? (some angst to spice things up) If they end up together with an happy ending it’s as you want 🥴 I just really loved your work, it made me discovered your blog thank you for your time ❤️

awww tomg it’s wild, i didn’t expect ppl to like it like that one, but i’m glad you did (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ sabo is tragically family-oriented, so i can see this happening & i do love tragedy and romance, so i hope you have fun reading this one too ❤️ (also thank you, that means a lot)

1.8k, fem reader, sfw (a lil fluff if you look w binoculars & angst but not too too much), 18+ mdni, sabo is a big softie deep down what can i say, no real warning except that i'm sad over ace all over again

with the assistance of robin, luffy crafts a short, somewhat unintelligible letter to his only living brother; sabo’s face blanches at the contents, knowing exactly who it is without needing to see the childish signature at the bottom. without giving too many details away, he’s able to pick out the clues his simple-minded brother leaves him, not bothering to tell anyone where he’s off to before he seeks you out. with kaido out of the picture, it’s much easier to travel to wano — being second-in-command of the revolutionary army has its perks, along with plenty of danger. he knows this more than anyone — knows that he should be more careful, should consider what potential danger his presence might bring about, but he can’t help it.

when his memories resurfaced after nearly a decade, it took him some time to adjust. all of the things he thought were true suddenly felt heavy, dream-like, and maybe he’s started to reconsider the path he’s chosen in the name of justice. he packs light, travels like the wind — fast, ruthless, necessary — barely sleeps, the anticipation eating at him night after night.

because luffy assured you that sabo — the sabo that ace once thought was dead, from the story that sat with you for years, that made your heart break repeatedly, not just for ace but for your son, as well — is alive and well and that he will, most assuredly, take care of you.

it’s a comforting thought, one that you thought was made with good intent, but that you didn’t quite believe would be actually true. until, sabo stands on your doorstep, knocking repeatedly — eager, nervous, and a bit emotional. you’ve never seen what he looked like, so it takes you by surprise when a tall, blond man greets you with a grin — it mirrors luffy’s and ace’s, surprisingly. your older sister is out for the day, so she won’t chastise you for letting in a complete stranger, and your son is taking a nap, giving you both the time you need to get acquainted.

before he even tells you his name, you know who he is. his mannerisms are refined, yet a little rough around the edges — you assume he’s had formal training at one point in his life, but don’t actually press him for the answer. you mean to ask him to prove that he’s actually ace’s adopted brother, but his mini-me wakes suddenly, crying loudly, big, fat tears gliding down his chubby cheeks as he stumbles towards you.

sabo, in the middle of drinking the tea you so kindly prepared for him, chokes on the hot drink, spilling it down his dark shirt, standing from the table and unable to believe his eyes.

he’s seen a lot, working as a revolutionary, but this — this… this was too much.

even his reunion with luffy took him by surprise; he had to hold himself back in order to allow his younger brother to process everything. and now, the same is happening to him; again. as you tend to your son, sabo watches, doing his best to keep it together, fingers trembling so he balls them into a fist as he watches the scene before him. his eyes never leave you, which is a problem; one of the reasons why you fell so fast for ace was due to his uncanny ability to see more than he lets on. sabo is the same; that sharp perceptiveness unnerving, putting you on edge.

yet, you can’t bring yourself to tell him to leave. if anything, it brings a familiar feeling, one that you want to keep as close as possible. your son peeks at him from tear-stained lashes, blinking slowly, the unknown man should scare him, but he doesn’t. sabo’s gaze softens and he takes long, measured steps towards you both. like his father, your son is a pretty good judge of character, so it’s no surprise that he takes to sabo right away.

he crouches down to talk to ace’s son, amazed at how similar he is to the father he’ll never know. and, while sabo only has the child version of ace in his mind, he has no doubt that his sworn brother barely changed over the years. his smile never wavers, even as he picks his nephew up, even as he spins the child around, watching in amusement as he laughs and laughs and laughs. the sound is infectious, so you laugh too. and sabo, who spent a lifetime chasing away his inner demons, smiles genuinely, a warmth enveloping him, one that will keep him stable for many years to come.

you insist he stays over, and he doesn’t fight the invitation, wanting to talk to you more, to understand his brother — his motives, his dreams, his reasoning for coming to wano in the first place. it’s early in the morning by the time you finish your story to completion; sabo drinks it all up, content that ace knew a bit of happiness before he died, grateful for your role in his life. he places a large hand over yours, squeezing it gently, thanking you repeatedly, tears revealing a much darker truth that he thought he buried deeply.

so you sit with him by the fireplace, not wanting to leave his side, completely understanding that level of sorrow. life truly is as unkind as it is beautiful; despite all of those negative feelings, the ones that weigh you down late at night, you still manage to find some semblance of peace — in the form of your son’s smile, his morbid curiosity, his striking resemblance to his father in more ways than you can count. sabo, while he doesn’t think he deserves to be here, not when his brother died in the midst of battle, enjoys the time he spends with you and your son. he stays for much longer than he means to, and on his last day, he promises to keep in touch — going so far as to leave behind a sum of money for you.

it’s another three months before you see him again. your son has grown a bit more, is a little more of a handful each day, but sabo is all the more excited to see him like that. 

he brings gifts for both of you, and even after you tell him repeatedly that he doesn’t have to, he insists on it. you don’t have it in your heart to refuse him — especially when he gives you those adorably stubborn looks, the ones that remind you of ace, the ones that mirror your son’s. it’s funny, you didn’t think you’d find comfort in the company of another like this again, but it gets harder and harder to say goodbye to him each time he visits. for your son, it’s equally devastating. he gets quite used to sabo’s presence, cries when he’s not around, likes when he gets to play with the man who you tell him is his uncle, but he insists is something more than that.

because you’re used to the stubborn streak your son has, you don’t fight him on it; mostly because a part of you understands how he feels. 

sabo is quite charming, devastatingly handsome, highly intelligent, strong — you love ace, or loved, rather, and always will, but something about sabo’s presence feels just like home. with each visit, you miss him more and more; and one night you confess as much to him. it’s after you’ve cleared the table, after you’ve washed and dried each dish, after sabo’s tucked your son into bed, and you’re able to properly talk to him.

a moment of hesitation makes you think you’ve said the wrong thing, but sabo smiles at you, a bit sad, a bit hopeful, and wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for an embrace that feels much more intimate than it should be. instead of pushing him away, you bury your face in his chest, inhale his scent, commit him to memory — because you don’t know the next time you’ll see him again. you know the line of work he’s in is rather dangerous, and you know better than to keep faith that he’ll come back alive — life on the grand line is rough, unpredictable, and he’s wanted by the world government.

you sure know how to pick them, don’t you.

this doesn’t phase him one bit, however, as he’s made up his mind. he’s grappled with the guilt of falling for you for long enough. it gets harder for him to resist touching you, to stop himself from wanting to kiss you, from staring a little too hard whenever you’re within eyesight. when sabo wants something, he goes for it; and, besides, he’s sure this is what ace would’ve wanted. for you to be with someone who will take care of you — and your son — who will love you despite how messy your life is, who will protect you til his dying breath (something that terrifies you). you don’t realize you’re crying until he rubs his hand on your back, soothing you in soft tones, his voice deep, yet melodic, a lullaby that will keep you safe for years to come.

your heart yearns for what it can’t have; that’s what you keep telling yourself. even after he assures you that yes you can have what you want, that he won’t falter, that he’ll come back to you alive — he’s already died once, after all. the thought is laughable, a little romantic, and tragic. you want to believe him so badly, but can’t bring yourself to do so. he knows it’s an impossible dream; but if there’s one thing about sabo, it’s that he will make the impossible happen, no matter how long it takes.

his lips coast along the curve of your cheek, dropping an impromptu kiss there, before moving to the other side. you sigh, fingers clinging to his jacket, the tears neverending — you’re not sure when you became this emotional, but he continues to place soft kisses along your skin, until he gets to your mouth. he takes his time kissing you, mapping out the shape of your lips with his tongue, a hand on the back of your neck, holding you steady as he brings forth a need that doesn’t quite make sense to you. the kiss is a promise; that he’ll come back to you no matter what, that he’ll try to stay for longer next time, that one day it’ll be the three of you for real.

and you receive his kiss with a gusto, wanting to believe him so badly, and maybe — just maybe — things will work out. maybe you will get the happiness that you’ve been chasing, maybe you’re not as alone as you think you are. sabo is of the same thought, having not realized that his heart was missing something until he met you. it makes it that much more difficult for him to part from you, but he does it knowing that he has a goal in mind, that he’ll make it so you can be together without difficulty; that your son will have the family you want him to have, and that he, too, will have some semblance of happiness that won’t leave him raw and unfeeling afterwards.

[wonderlandleighleigh]

uhhh could we get a follow up to the last one pls (midge singing at lenny’s place)🧍🏻‍♀️

Of course he doesn't put her in a cab.

Lenny puts her to bed, wearing one of his button down white shirts, curled up under his blankets, sleeping off the gin. He's brushing her messy, wind-blown hair from her hair.

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

It was, but it wasn't.

He let his wants get in the way of what was best for her. He wanted her. He wanted...so many things from her, and in the end, he had pulled back, not wanting to drag her down with him into his bullshit.

But she's Midge. She's a tornado of a woman. She blows through your fucking life and you're never the same once she's done.

And he loves it.

Loves her.

He just-

"What if I ruin you?" he mutters, still gazing at her.

"What if you don't?" she mutters back.

"Go the fuck to sleep, you're lucky I didn't hail you a cab," he snaps.

"Don' tell me how to live my life," she grumbles, snuggling into his bed. "And get under the covers with me."

"No, you're drunk."

"Lennyyyyyyyyy."

"Drunk."

"Miss you."

He takes a breath and toes off his shoes before moving to lay next to her, above the blankets. "Sleep."

Midge rolls over and snuggles in against him. "Warm. Comfy."

He stares up at the ceiling, hoping that lightning will strike him fucking dead.

Instead, they both eventually fall asleep.

*****

He wakes up to the smell of something delicious, and when he opens his eyes, he realizes that Midge isn't next to him anymore.

"Oh, fuck, no, please," he mutters, rolling out of bed and stumbling out of the bedroom and to his kitchen, where Midge is making eggs and toast, still only wearing his shirt and her panties.

"Morning," she grins, still looking tired, but okay. "Hungry? Coffee?"

"Midge-"

"You didn't have much, but the eggs looked fresh."

He leans against the kitchen door, crossing his arms. "Do you remember last night?"

"Mhm."

"And you're not...embarrassed?" Lenny asks, lifting an eyebrow.

She takes a deep breath. "Yes, I was fucking drunk last night, and...singing at the top of my lungs was a little suspect. But I stand by my points. You love me. We can make this work."

He doesn't move or respond.

"Don't you want this?" Midge asks softly, her voice vulnerable. "Waking up together and...breakfast and...I don't know. Dinner together at nice restaurants? Being there for each other?" She grips the spatula she's been using on the eggs tightly. "Don't...don't you want me?"

"More than anything," he confesses. "Midge, of course I do. I just- can't break your heart."

"Then don't," she says simply.

He gazes at her sadly. "I can't make that promise if we're together."

"Then try."

He huffs and shakes his head. "Why are you fighting so hard for this?"

She stays quiet for a moment before telling him. "Because I woke up next to you this morning, and for the first time in a really long time, I felt like a whole person. And lying in that hotel bed with you months ago? Holding your hand, wrapped in your arms? Same feeling. And if that's not worth fighting for, I'm really not fucking sure what is. So. Here I am. Eggs on the stove. Coffee made. Heart in my hand."

Lenny gazes at her softly. "The eggs do smell good."

"Butter, salt and a little cheese," Midge tells him.

"I had butter?" he asks, confused.

"Just enough."

Lenny sighs softly, pushing himself off the doorframe and wandering over to her. "Well, if that's not a sign, I'm not sure what is." He kisses the top of her head.

[siriusblackloml]

it’s me again 🧍���‍♀️may i request this one

🤍 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐚! ... give me your favorite color, zodiac sign, and a character of your choice and i will tell you how i think you two met!

my fav color is green, im a taurus, and the character of my choice is james potter :D

why hello there ;) i hope you enjoy!

now your relationship with james started off quite simple to be frank

you focused on your studies and he did the same, respectively in the same class as you

in sum, you guys shared a class together

it was as simple as that!

you thought to yourself though, you'd never truly paid much attention to the boy ever before because there was never a reason to

wasn't school more important than a stranger anyway?

that was a total lie, you'd totally sneak glances towards his direction every now and then because james was such a cutie

damn him for being so attractive

you had girlfriends who were close to the boy so you'd hear funny stories about him here and there

however funny the stories might be, which came as a surprise to you because not very many men could amuse you to the point of laughing out loud, you had no guts in your body to ever muster up the courage to talk to him

well it wasn't that you didn't have the courage to talk to him, you just didn't have the confidence to start a conversation

you were sure of yourself as the type of person to be able to keep talking no matter how the conversation starts, but that's where you struggled

how the hell were you going to even start a conversation with someone you had never talked to before?

it was too much thinking for an action so simple, so you chose to just avoid it completely

you thought that's just how things would be for the remainder of your school year in hogwarts, but that's not what happened

one day, while sitting in class and preparing your green notebook and quill for taking notes, the boy randomly approached your desk out of no where

noticing you had an extra quill laying at the edge of your desk, he asked aloud, "hey, do you mind if i borrow this really quick? i just need to sign something for professor-"

james starts to reach out for the quill, but you take it before his fingers even brush against the fluffy feathers

you cut him off suddenly with a random burst of assertiveness that you hadn't expected. "um, maybe finish your sentence first before you even take my quill?"

the fact that you were so fast to quip at him makes him utterly speechless

james stumbles over an apology, but you laugh it off and tell him, "it's a joke, you jerk. sure, borrow it, i really don't care."

his cheeks burn red but james nods his head and calms down

after doing so, james returns your quill with a small piece of paper telling you in green ink to meet him after class

this would only be the start of very many meetings

[sukirichi]

Hi suki!! so I just happened to stumble onto your blog a few days ago and I’m in love🥰🥰 the vibes are immaculate and I see it’s also your birthday so happy birthday🎉🎉 (if I’m not too late lol)

here’s my present to you this downright takes a turn to smut town, you’ve been warned >> just imagine how whipped naoya would be for his ballerina wife. it’s an arranged marriage, they don’t particularly like other but married out of duty; Naoya sees her stretching/dancing one day in the studio he had built for her one of many conditions my guy had to meet lol and is absolutely flabbergasted as to how someone so weak and fragile looking can pull off a stunt like that; he watches her on pointe, her movements fierce yet graceful; he’s practically drooling all while his cock gets harder and harder; not even 5 mins in and he interrupts, snatching her water bottle away and pushing against the floor to ceiling mirror; ends up tearing her dance attire and fucking her against the wall; eventually relocates to the floor where he fucks her brains out some more; but the real kicker is when he drapes her leg onto his shoulder and somehow ends up biting onto the loose ribbon of her pointe shoe as he pounds into her like there’s no tommorow; the sight alone is enough to make her come - harder than she ever had before with Naoya and he fucking loves it??; he’s never cared for his wife’s pleasure before - only ever made her come if he felt like because it felt good for him but this? He could definitely use more of this - homeboy’s on a one-way trip to Simptown and doesn’t even know it 🥺👉👈

I AM LATE BUT OMG THIS BDAY PRESENT THO ?? ngl I was highkey hoping people would send me Naoya related stuff so thank you sm for this 😭

AND HGNEHDJEKWK I AM AN ABSOLUTE SUCKER FOR ARRANGED MARRIAGE WITH NAOYA AND YESS HMM THE TENSION !! no omg bcos Naoya lowkey can’t stand his wife but he’s whipped for her and gets hard while watching her dance is immaculate. AND AND,,, HE BUILT HER THE STUDIO ?? I bet he was like so annoyed on why he had to do that but he’s satisfied deep down to provide.

BreaTHES HEAVILY OMG HE BIT THE RIBBON OF HER POINTE SHOE AND FUCKED HER THERE AND THEN EYE 🧍🏻‍♀️and yeah ofc that’s gonna be the best orgasm of her life, imagine being hatefucked to oblivion by THE Naoya Zen’in omg its like I’m unwrapping this present and it’s all for me + HE RELOCATED TO THE FLOOR ?!?! No no he’s def onto simptown and there’s no going back likw URGHHH I love this so much, I love HIM so much and I’d honestly bend over for him *sighs and buys a tutu*

AND ANON OMG THANKS SM FOR THIS 🥺💕 you have no idea how happy this made me because you took the time to send me this and for my birthday too 😭 thank you so much !!

[whattheheckmidoriya]

Hey Pauuuuuu!

For the ask game: Moon, Mercury, Mars, Pluto, Taurus, Virgo, Sagittarius, 1H, and 9H.

I hope you have a good day! Remember to drink water and eat well.

-Allende

HEY MI AMOR💖💖

moon ⇢ do you suppress your feelings?

Sometimes, if I'm being completely honest! When it comes to speaking about how I feel, it's kinda hard and it ends up frustrating me even more— BUT!!! That's why I have art! It's actually the reason I started challenging myself to create mini-comics! Written words and visuals are easier for me, so that what I work around in hopes of understanding myself!

mercury ⇢ are you a talkative person?

I'd say it depends on the person I'm with! For the most part, I'm comfortable being quiet around people— I'm the type of person who mainly talks when prompted to! If I don't think I have anything worth saying, I'll stay quiet. But I do get talkative and loud when roped into conversations about topics I'm interested in! It truly just depends on who I'm with!

mars ⇢ are you the type to approach others first or do you like others to do that instead?

Depends on the situation! I'm completely fine with keeping to myself, but I like to be the one to sit next to someone in class if they seem lonely or to lend a hand when I see someone struggling with something! But mostly, people approach me first and I'd like to think that's because I'm easier to come to than I think myself to be :")

pluto ⇢ tell something supernatural that happened to you

Hmmmm... can't say I've actually experienced anything of the sort!🧍🏻‍♀️

virgo ⇢ do you consider yourself a perfectionist?

Yes and no! Perfection is boring to me in some ways yet intriguing in others! I guess in my work I can be a bit of both— a perfectionist because I want to create something I can be proud of, but also some who is okay with the whole process of stumbling and learning! It depend of how you look at it!

taurus ⇢ what's your favorite food?

THIS IS HARD🧍🏻‍♀️ I'll just say beef steak sandwich or "sandwich de bistec" because I LOVE THOSE SO MUCH THEY SLAP EVERY TIME 😤💖🤚🏼

sagittarius ⇢ what places would you like to travel in the future?

Other than Norway and Perú, I'd LOVE to go to Japan or Portugal!

1H ⇢ describe your style

I'd say comforting, fun and natural— this goes for clothing, art and what little make up I wear! As for my writing, I'd say it gravitates greatly towards comforting and soft!

9H ⇢ what languages ​​would you like to learn?

WHAT I WOULD GIVE TO LEARN ASL!!! I'm still so bitter that they don't offer it as an electric or something at my college! But I'd LOVE to be able to learn it and actually put it to practice someday!

I'd also love to learn Japanese, Italian and Portuguese!

Astrology asks!